Presence: A Journal of Catholic Poetry

So…I normally do not indulge in shameless self-promotion on Vox Nova, but I am going to take the liberty of doing so this time. However, my hope is that this announcement will be of general interest to our readership. I am delighted to report that I have a poem published in the inaugural issue of [Read More…]

We are the body of the risen Christ

During last week’s Masses we heard the story of the apostle Thomas, whom we might recall as an early religious skeptic. When the other apostles joyfully inform him that they have seen the risen Jesus, he shakes his head, obstinately affirming that until he can touch Jesus’ wounds, he will not believe. When Jesus reappears, [Read More…]

Consider the Mycelium: Networks Will Heal The Earth

Vox Nova is pleased to publish the following guest post from Rhonda Miska. This post was originally published at Daily Theology. “Consider the birds of the air and the lilies of the field.” This is just one of many analogies drawn from the natural world in the Gospels. Jesus opts for fig trees, mustard seeds, [Read More…]

Easter Chantey (reprise)

I first posted this ditty  6 years ago, shortly after I joined Vox Nova; now that we have a new audience, I want to share it with you.  I wrote it when the kids were little and today, my son (who is 24!) asked me to sing this in the car on the way to [Read More…]

To Kiss the Crucified King

For the first few years since I started attending Mass, I hesitated to participate in the veneration of the cross on Good Friday.  Despite my growing fascination with liturgical symbolism, it somehow seemed a bridge too far for my more austere Protestant sensitivities, so that on first observation I could only see the kissing of an object.  [Read More…]

A short word about profits

The authors of Vox Nova want to explain to our readers one detail of our new relationship with Patheos. Patheos is a commercial venture, and as such we get paid by them for the traffic generated by our blog. Vox Nova, however, started as and remains a labor of love, and we do not want [Read More…]

The Absurdity of Despair

Everything dies, baby, that’s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back. –Bruce Springsteen, “Atlantic City” I take Mom to lunch on Wednesdays, and afterward this week we took a drive around the San Francisco Bay Area, and everywhere we went the hills were bursting with new life – the deciduous oaks were [Read More…]

They’ll Know We Are Christians By Our Love

Dear Patheos Readers, Greetings. I am writing this on Palm Sunday, though by the time you read it, Holy Week will be in full swing, and the Triduum will be fast approaching. Most likely you are reading these words on a screen, but I am writing them longhand in my journal. I’m sitting on a [Read More…]